Category: Conspicuous Acts of Cultural Consumption

Conspicuous Acts of Cultural Consumption

Death Race

So last night I watched Death Race, which disappointed me by being adequate for a film built around stunt-driving rather than the dire mess of a film I was hoping for. Cars went grr, machine guns went bang-bang, there were explosions everywhere, and the most interesting aspect of the story gets his head caved in by a passing machine-gun barrel travelling at 90 mph far earlier than he should have. Exactly the kind of stunt-porn I needed last night, really – dumb enough that I could shut down and watch it, with enough blank spots in the plot that I’m still thinking of ways to redo the story and have it make sense twelve hours later.

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Friday Youtubery

Proof that there are people out there who do murder-ballads era Nick Cave even better than, well, Nick Cave. If you want a real insight into how scary Tex Perkin’s truly is, try listening to the Elvis Costello version of the song first. One of these is a gentle ballad sung by a punk-rock balladeer. The other gave me nightmares for a week the first time I saw it on Rage.

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Friday Youtubery

90’s Flashback Edition

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Friday Youtubery

Today is one of those “living in the future is damn cool” kind of days. Case in point: Y Can’t Tori Read (aka the eighties incarnation of Tori Amos) – I saw this clip on Rage once, in the very wee hours of the morning, and found it amusing given the direction Amos’ career took in afterwards. Today marked the second time I’ve seen its entirity, but I looked for it for a long time when I was a Tori Amos fan in my early twenties. The closest I got, after catching it on Rage, was seeing the vinyl single when I was walking past an intimidatingly cool record store in Fortitude Valley (I didn’t go in). Then I saw the new Tori Amos album in the shops this week, remembered the existence of the eighties Tori, and thought “I bet that’s on youtube.” And lo, there it was. I would have killed for youtube in my early twenties.

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Friday Youtubery

Today we have The Unicorns singing I Was Born a Unicorn. Tangentially driven though it may be, I’m sure y’all are smart enough to be making the connection as to why I’ve been humming this song all week.

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Friday Youtubery

Yesterday I was driving around and I heard the new Regina Spektor single on the radio (not the song, “On the Radio”, that I’ve elected to post here. A different song. On the radio). That means a new Regina Spektor album’s on the way and this brings me joy.

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Friday Youtubery

I’ve been thinking about my obsessive love of cover-versions this week, and near as I can tell this was the first cover I ever recognized as both a) a cover and b) far more awesome than the original.

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TV Tropes (Not the Website)

I’m feeling a little out of sorts today, which means it’s time for another dancing monkey post. This time courtesy of deepfishy (aka JJ Irwin) over on LJ: This may veer too close to writing, but: tropes you’re drawn to in tv shows or films. (For instance, for myself I get a lot of joy out of variations on and subversions of the Defective or Exotic Detective – Life, Psych, Nero Wolfe, The Dresden Files, Foyle’s War…) Originally I thought I was going to have trouble answering this – my inclination towards SF aside, there doesn’t always seem to be a lot of continuity to the types of shows I find myself watching. Naturally I went to TV Tropes and plugged in a few of my favourite shows to check this and quickly discovered it wasn’t the case. As such: I’m probably overly-drawn to the Bunny Ears Lawyer trope, but primarily in TV shows that stack their decks pretty heavily

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Friday Youtubery

Because, seriously, how are you living your life without a regular injection of the Spazzys?

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Horror Bail Out

As grass-roots movements go, this is kind of cool. 2013 Update: The post that inspired this is largely dead and gone now, but the basic theme was still pretty cool – help out small press horror publishers by going and buying a damn book already. It came with some handy suggestions, too, most of which are out of date. Oddly, my suggestion below? Still going strong four years later. In fact, they’re going stronger. ‘Course, not being a particularly straight-forward-out-and-out-horror kind of guy, the only company on their list I’ve got any experience with as a reader is Apex (whose bailiwick is SF-Horror fusion, and thus situates itself firmly in my mental cross-hairs as both a writer and a reader). Still, I’m all for people spending money on books, so  for those of you on my friendslist who are inclined to set aside $20 for the small press horror industry I make the following recommendation: my inner pulp-geek has a fierce and hardcore

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Friday Youtubery

It is Friday. I have a hankering for some Sonic Youth. I blame the Gilmore Girls. And, no, that’s not a random non sequitur – for a fluffy, family-friendly show the Gilmore Girls is loaded with Sonic Youth references (and occasional guest stars).

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Bonus Youtubery

Because it’s the day for it, really.